terza rima (2/2011 - written on a bad day)
i gave them life
and that's what they took,
amid a trail of strife.
Upon the birth
your dreams of them are formed,
full of imagined worth.
Only to, down the road, see
how wasteful was to dream
of what they can't or wont be.
Those wishes soon stop to be real
as conflict and trouble invade,
searching for a young soul to steal.
Truth is they won't be what you want.
Sometimes not even what you'd like.
Their current presense set to haunt
the parent spirit and psych.
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